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OOC: I love how Effilion has become a bad guy ^^. And! I love how he crowes a lot very suitable. And thirdly, he talks through a VOX.

The group was moving quickly through the jungle, Daryl was on point, jaska was close behind and donut was at the back covering their advance. Corey and Olmedo were in the middle, carrying Furious and Ieron between them, whilst Hazzard was in front, and lighting up an Iho stick. The servitors were guarding the flanks. And Effilion, he was moving fast above them, leaping from branch to branch. The crackling vox message echoed throughout the forest,
"Hazzard. Get out of there now. You're about to get unwelcome company." The group froze, before moving all the quicker. Soon they were sprinting at top speed scratching and slashing themselves against the underbrush, but they did not care, because everything was at stake. Suddenly, they heard the low moan of the raptors backpacks, and the group looked up in panic.

A huge shape burst through the vegetation directly in front of them, and landed with a crash, the jumbled shapes crashed around the vegetarian in a death grip, much like a pair of fighting cats, locked together and viciously clawing at each other. Effilion was tangled with a hug iron warrior; who’s lightning claws were slashing at Effilion. It was only the assassin’s acrobatic skills that had saved Effilion from being sheared in two.
Two more massive astartes burst through the canopy, and crashed to the ground. More followed suit, but seemed content with trapping the rag tag team, hemming them in, and leaving them nowhere to go. “Oh sh*t sticks” Daryl swore, as a large and savage specimen landed in font of him. The raptors suddenly attacked without warning, as if commanded by a greater force. Daryl was eviscerated in two pieces before he could scream, his spinal cord lashing around like a snake amongst thick intestines. Instantly havoc erupted all around. Hazzard dived forwards and parried a blow aimed for coreys head, Olmedo and the combat servitors advanced and with precision begin to beat back the traitors of the left flank. Donut was laughing in an unstable way, open firing on a Raptor at point blank range, who was thrown backwards by the blasts. Jaska threw a long and cruel looking blade at Hazzards opponent, the blade pierced the traitors’ leg, but the raptor didn’t notice. And in the middle of it all Furious stood up. All attention was irreversibly drawn too him. He was like a giant, and seemed to tower above even the raptors. With a vicious smile he leapt into the fray. He decapitated the raptor who was now fighting against a grizzled captain and a feral simultaneously. There were too many traitors, a combat servitor had already been bodily rended by an uncaring iron warrior, and they were being pushed back. Effilion screamed down his vox.

+GET FURIOUS OUT OF HERE NOW+
Hazzard swore as he ducked a spray of bolter shells, and then proceeded to tackle Corey to the ground. Furious roared “MEN MOVE! GO GO GO!” he then proceeded to shoot another raptor point blank in the face with a bolt pistol. Olmedo and his remaining servitors formed a stern guard and the team advanced out of the ambush. Donut couldn’t resist shooting another raptor from its perch amongst the trees though. Effilion punched the astartes in the face before a huge metal hand grabbed him from behind, and pinned him against a tree. The raptor leader walked slowly towards him.

The team were clear of the raptors and were moving through a clearing, when they suddenly heard the scream. A death scream.
++ Effilion?? This is Olmedo please respond++
silence.

sorry its longer than i anticipated

++Effillion?++ Olmedo repeated. There was no answer.

"Feth! Fething feth of a feth!" Hazzard yelled, punching the tree. That crazy son-of-a-grox had saved them, he'd held the rear. And now Hazzard would never get to beat his ass later on.

Furious brushed himself off. "Let's move."

++But...but what about Effilion++ Olmedo said quietly.

Furious regarded the solemn group coldly. "He's dead. Let's go."

++But, we don't know that...++ Olmedo muttered.

"Olmedo, we may not have seen it, we may not have seen it like Daryl or 32...whatever your other servitor was called, but Effilion is as dead as both of them. No way was he getting out of that one." Hazzard said quietly.

There was silence for a while.

+You know, you shouldn't give up on me so easily.+ came a rasp from the bush. Effilion staggered into the clearing, clutching his side. +I've been in tighter spots...+ Swaying, he bled profusely from several areas.

Hazzard and Olmedo caught him as he collasped. The whole world seemed to slow down for him, the voices he heard were muted and garbled
"Cory! Get the kit over here!" Hazzard spoke. The last thing Effilion remembered was Hazzard looking at him, saying "You crazy, crazy bastard..." Then darkness took him.

OOC: There! I've made it so that you can decide if this is the end, or if you're just seriously injured. This is so awesome at the moment. One of those tear-jerker stirring moments in the movies.

lol i know! this is a fun RP ....
now time to ponder on how i managed to escape....im thikning psyk out grenade and an animus shockwave......lol ill post tommorrow some time ^^

OOC: BTW, if you're talknig through a vox you should be using + instead of " ". That denotes it as mechanincal.

Olmedo = ++ ++
Effillion = + +
Speak = " "
Pskyer = < >

*peeps from behind a door

@Luna: Ello, ello, ello, wat's all this then? (end pommy accent) Interested in joining?

Emperors Faithful wrote:@Luna: Ello, ello, ello, wat's all this then? (end pommy accent) Interested in joining?

What do i do :'o

LunaHound wrote:

Emperors Faithful wrote:@Luna: Ello, ello, ello, wat's all this then? (end pommy accent) Interested in joining?

What do i do :'o

OOC: Kill the hertics Nyor! We're different troopers in the Imperium (but no Sphess Mehrienz, I think) trapped on a planet, fighting culists and Iron warriors and trying to protect Inquisitr Furious. I've kinda lost track of where everyone is, so I'll let EF fill you in.

Tryjon and his squad screamed as they ran down the path at full pelt. It wasn't the manly thing to do, they knew, but when you're being chased by 4 very angry Iron warrior berserkers you can't really think of anything else.There was no time to fire back at them, and it was unlikely they could kill them anyway, wha with their current numbers. So, they just kept runnng down the path. Then Tryjon had an idea.
Tuning his vox onto Dutch's signal, he said +Dutch, still got a hellgun?+. No answer, but Tryjon saw the grenade launcher carrier nod. +Okay+ he continued. +Destroy the grenade launcher. Make it go up in smoke.+ Dutch nodded, flicked a switch on the weapon, and threw it to the ground (But still kept on running). For a moment nothing happened, but suddenly it exploded with a mighty crack. The squad took that instant to escape the blinded Berserkers, leaping into the thick jungle next to the path. The crazed traitors kept on running.
When they were sure they were gone, Tryjon, Gurney, and Dutch returned to the path-slowly and quietly. Faliingonto his back, Tryjon intoned "Can this day possibly get any worse?". He shouldn't have asked.
"Urm, sir?" Gurney said, and his tone made Tryjon die a little inside. "Look up" As Tryjon saw the mighty Iron warriors battlebarge break into the planet's (OOC: which planet are we on?) orbit, he heard the second in command quiver "It just got worse."

OOC: PM sent, Luna.
@Little Lord: Dammit! What is the one thing you are NEVER, EVER supposed to say! ..."Could this day possibly get any worse..." lol.


Hazzard...everyone, stopped what they were doing. Even Cory, who was doing all she could to stop the bleeding, had to pause and watch in shock for a moment at the monstruous battlebarge entering the atmosphere.

"What was that you said, Olmedo. That there was no naval superiority?" Hazzard asked dryly.

++B-but, Pyranda is just a backwater system. Why in the sweet Omnissiahs name would the Traitor Astartes seend a fleet here?!?++

"I think I know." Hazzard looked at Furious. "You know something, or have got something, that they want. Now are you gonna tell me what we have all been fighting and dying for all this time?"

Furious regarded the group coldly and spoke, without even the fainstest trace of humour. "I could tell you, but then I'd have to purge you..."

OOC: I think it's called Pyranda IV.

luna was a mutt , mixed of either a husky or some sort of collie.

During the middle of night when everyone was asleep , suddenly the window shattered. A cultist has thrown in a melta bomb.

luna thinking it was a game of fetch , fetched the melta bomb back outside to the ambushing awaiting squad of cultists.

With an ear splitting boom the bomb exploded , all that was left was a black crater , where the sand crystallized and fused with the disintegrated flesh.

LunaHound wrote:luna was a mutt , mixed of either a husky or some sort of collie.

During the middle of night when everyone was asleep , suddenly the window shattered. A cultist has thrown in a melta bomb.

luna thinking it was a game of fetch , fetched the melta bomb back outside to the ambushing awaiting squad of cultists.

With an ear splitting boom the bomb exploded , all that was left was a black crater , where the sand crystallized and fused with the disintegrated flesh.

Ha...wait, what?




The doggy didn't die did he? He was alright...right?

Through the smoke steps a figure shrouded in flowing robes that seem to change in hue with every movement. Feathers of blue and purple swirl in the breeze. A voice that seems to come from behind you, then to your left, then from all around, and then from inside of your mind croaks "just . . . as . . . planned . . ."

Um, not to sound rude Manchu (and I guess random Luna), but I'd appreciate it if the posts made contributed to the story instead of random stuff.

Oh I was introducing a villain. ::shrugs::

Figure steps back through smoke, creepy voices screeches "see you guys in the warp!"

Wait...
Creed is a villian?

Just joking, if you want to introduce a villian then I'm not sure. So far it's all been sort of told from the Loyalist side. Downplaying the enemies agenda. Keeping thier motives secret. (Apart from the usual pillage, maim, burn)

While they had a brief break Olmedo began repairing the Plasmagun. He had noticed the angry stare at him, he didn't understand why though. If he had let the Guardsmen make the repairs it would have probably exploded in his face. It took an hour, but the plasmagun was repaired, Olmedo handed it back to the Guardsmen. Then noticing the few Guardsmen crying over the loss of their dog Olmedo went around searching (window broke, I'm guessing we're in that base now) for small parts to make it. It took a while and the traitors could be heard approaching, but he managed to complete the dog. The final parts had come from the servitor helping him build it. The final touch, he put the Lascannon from the servitor on its back. ++This should be fairly better than a clumbsy servitor with a Lascannon. Plus it woun't do anything like the real dog did, so no stupid metabomb fetch suiciding. So now that you have your dog back, you can stop crying++ said Olmedo.


OCC: We can rebuild the dog we has the technology.

Robodog

/phoenixdown

OOC: Lascannon strapped to it's back? A lascannon would be bigger than the dog, no? How about MULTILAZORS!!!

Great idea though, n0t_u! Perhaps Luna lives on...

Robo Dog K-9 ?

OCC: Nah, robodog is big enough for it, probably more of a wolf. But, robodog sounded better. Besides, no MULTILAZORZ
Or gif of the old 8bit Final Fantasy, I was looking for the use item one to go with "/phoenixdown" >_>

LunaHound wrote:Robo Dog K-9 ?

:( this has gone mad!

((No Robo-dog please, its just silly. LunaHound, be a guardsman, or maybe be a PDF officer that we meet at the PDF base))

i know it sounds boring, but could we get back on track? preferably were still in the clearing.

Effilion remembered the day he had been found. He had been rummaging through refuse on his home planet, when a pair of skeletal thin looking figures advanced on him. They were of iron, and had a metallic musculature built onto them. In their hands they held war scythes that crackled with green lightning. However, before they took him away, they were suddenly assaulted by a floating figure, who fired bolt after bolt of energy at them, until they were scattered to the four winds. As Effilion lay there in shock, the figure crept over.
+you have the pariah gene, that is why they came for you+
“w-why??” Effilion stuttered.
+you will be great, you will become an assassin, who uses his powers, locked inside him to fight for the emperor+
From that day onwards, Effilion was taken to a secret location to be tutored in anti psychic warfare.

Corey muttered under her breath, as Effilion squirmed. “Poor bastards hallucinating.”

Donut swept his arms across the table in the small hut, pots and plates went flying to the floor. Hazzard dumped Effillon onto the table. Cory had her med kit out, she began to work on pulling the bullets out of the Assassains back, everyone turned away as Effillon uttered a cry of pain.

Meanwhile Olmedo was giving Donut back his plasmagun, who now had a big smile on his dirty face. Holding it with one hand, a chainsword held in the other. He stood outside, keeping watch.

OOC: I kinda like the idea of a robo-dog (or even a real one). But Luna, you will have to work it into the storyline. Perhaps as an old piece of equipment left behind?


"Whose hut do you think this is?" Hazzard asked as he looked around.

++Inconsiquental. For now it will provide a safe haven. It's probably abandoned anyway.++ Olmedo replied, not even looking up, fixated on tickering with a piece of equipment he'd found.

Hazzard felt inclined to agree with him, until he saw the steaming kettle. Someone definitely was living here, and they hadn't been gone for long. Great, Hazzard thought to himself, a hermit, or worse an entire family out here. Maybe they'd always lived here, or maybe they were refugees. Either way, Hazzard could not, in good concious, leave them for the Iron Warriors to find when they picked up thier trail.

Hazzard turned to the guardsman shaving with his knife in the corner. "Jaska, you can track right?"

"Track? I vas goot gamehunter on mine homeland ven before I vas sent avay." Replied the, now cleanshaven, fair-haired savage.

"Good. You're coming with me. Donut, you to." Hazzard turned to Olmedo. "Olmedo? Make sure to keep an eye out for any sign of trouble." Olmedo didn't seem to hear him. "Well, at least put your servitor on duty." Hazzard asked.

++2837, patrol protocal 23b.++ Olmedo didn't even look away from his work as the servitor moved into its patrol.

Furious was sitting in the corner, meditating. Ieron was STILL unconcious, and Cory was busy looking after a severely wounded Effilion. Jaska and Donut was all that Hazzard could take. Besides, as far as he knew, they were the only guardsmen from the crash left.
Hazzard stepped out of the hut, with Donut and Jaska falling in.
"Right, fellas. Let's go find us some civvies. Lead the way, Jaska."
As another shot echoed in the distance, Hazzard could only hope that they were not too late.

OOC: There! That gives you an opportunity for anyone who wants to join. We have split up and are looking for friendlies.

After Manchu and Luna have been introduced, I think we should fast forward a bit, so we can reach the PDF fortress.